Store-art-installation with genuine Prada products in the middle of high-altitude Chihuahuan Desert in Texas.
Toshik is preparing to retake the test for cooling off his passengers in the heat, by recharging with chlorofluorocarbon in the city of Marfa, Texas.
Alla is setting up for overnight stay in Big Bend National Park, Texas.
Southern colour with a Mexican bias in the city of El Paso, Texas.
Alla and Toshik are observing the residential subdivisions of a Mexican city Ciudad Juarez.
The symbiosis of two cultures: from American — an austere horizontal gravestones and a neat grass, from Mexican — scary looking faded artificial flowers and crooked crosses.
Tosha is acquainting himself with the expedition lifestyle in the wintery mountains of Colorado…
…discovering for himself new sceneries on Indian reservation of Apache tribe in New Mexico…
…and testing his abilities on a light off-road with a view of village Cuba and San Antonio Mountain on the way to the Mexico border.
We are sharing our first overnight car stay with Michael and Tanya, who joined our expedition for a couple of days. McCammon, Idaho.
Returned into our menu road sandwiches with ginger ale and mom’s homemade tomato juice.
Alla and Tanya in a three-leg down dog pose in Arches National Park, Utah.
Here we go again. Leaving a cozy house to get back on the road. After a lovely break in snowy Montana and relaxation in comfort (comfort is fridge, dishwasher, couch, shower and a wide bed).
Life in the car has its pros and cons. The biggest pro: you can sleep anytime anywhere (under the one condition that your windows are well tinted, otherwise you can have issues with the police). The biggest con: you can’t sleep anywhere anytime. A common denominator here is a bathroom. It’s a pretty serious challenge for an auto-tourist to find a comfortable spot to spend the night that includes a possibility to satisfy one’s physical needs.
We dedicated the 24th week to the Rhode Island and Connecticut states.
I grew up in Donbass (yes, the current war zone), where practically every year delivered to us four seasons, all just like in the natural history school book and the tale of “The Twelve Months”: spring starts with huge icicles in March, followed by a noisy-damp April, after which come the flowering white cherry trees of May; Summer starts with a cool June, leading into a warm July and hot August; September is balmy with the smell of smoke from burned leaves and the Indian summer; October – sad puddles and the first autumn frosts,; November – cold rains and the first attempts of snow; in December – a white surprise in the morning (that one single morning in the whole year when you want to go to school), in January – thaws and snowfalls, and in February – ferocious frosts, blizzards and giant ridge-roofed snowdrifts by the high-rise building walls. And in a little while the first spring streams start to purr under the friable march snow. And then all over again.
For three weeks now we have been resting in this house…
…which is situated near the shore of the delightful Whitefish lake…
…which is situated near the small, cozy town of Whitefish, which is in the north-western (most beautiful) part of Montana.
Driving on the famous I-80 highway through the windy Wyoming and cold Utah…
…through Idaho and its capital Boise…
…through passes and Oregon fogs…
…putting 37 visited states on the rear windshield and adding 42,300 kilometers to the odometer, Foshik once again arrived at the base in Walla Walla, WA, with it finishing the third part of our US expedition.
Tour US 